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Now here's a little story to tell it is a must About an unsung hero that moves away your dust Some people make a fortune other's earn a mint My old man don't earn much In fact... he's flippin'...skint Oh! my old man's a dustman he wears a dustman's hat He wears cor blimey trousers and he lives in a council flat He looks a proper narner in his great big hob nailed boots He's got such a job to pull em up that he calls them daisy roots Some folks give tips at Christmas and some of them forget So when he picks their bins up he spills some on the steps Now one old man got nasty and to the council wrote Next time my old man went 'round there he punched him up the throat Oh! my old man's a dustman he wears a dustman's hat He wears cor blimey trousers and he lives in a council flat I say I say Duncan! I 'er... I found a police dog in my dustbin (How do you know he's a police dog?) He had a policeman with him Though my old man's a dustman he's got a heart of gold He got married recently though he's 86 years old We said 'Ear! Hang on Dad you're getting past your prime' He said 'Well when you get to my age it helps to pass the time' Oh! my old man's a dustman he wears a dustman's hat He wears cor blimey trousers and he lives in a council flat I say I say I say! My dustbins full of lillies (Well throw 'em away then) I can't Lilly's wearing them Now one day while in a hurry he missed a lady's bin He hadn't gone but a few yards when she chased after him 'What game do you think you're playing' she cried right from the heart 'You've missed me... am I too late?' 'No... jump up on the cart' Oh!
Writer(s): Lonnie Donegan, Peter William Buchanan, Beverly Thorn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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